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Felix Francisco Casanova

Intimate diary

This project belongs to the Editorial & illustration design category. Technologies used: Notebook, Studio, Illustrator, Photoshop, among others.

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2019, Antwerpen, Belgium. Design of the book cover for the intimate diary "I would haved loved", from the Canarian author Felix Francisco Casanova, edited by Demipage. The process involved an illustration based on one of his poems, related to the diary. Felix died at 19 years old (1976) from a gas lick, on the shower. This was one way to conmomerate his early work.

When it comes to talent, this poet comes to my mind among others. Literature with lot of observation, multiple meaning and mystery. You get between the lines something different every time. His work includes the psychological novel "El don de Vorace" (1975), the collection of poems "La memoria olvidada" (1973-1976), "Una maleta llena de hojas" (1977), "El invernadero" (1974) and "Yo hubiera o hubiese amado (diario íntimo)" (1974), which includes 3 short stories. I first read the novel (written in 40 days) at university, brought by one of my teachers from Spain. The thruth is that there's something about his poetry that is risky, excessive and fragile at the same time. There's an odd identification with the overal feeling involved in that stage of life. I was on a similar age when i came across with the book.

The concept for this project came out from a short poem: "Sometimes, when the night imprissions me", and it follows... / I usually sit in front of a booth telephone / And I look at the mouths that speak for distant ears. / And when the ice of loneliness has revealed myself, the Moorish sweepers / they hum sadly / And the stars take their place / I stroke the phone and whisper on it without using any coins."

The illustration and drawings were done digitally on the Procreate app, following a very free process, bouncing ideas of telephone cabin and a young man. In this case, rather than going inside the abstraction of the matter, the literal sense came more natural. The main idea was to share the feeling of a slow observation filled with a bit of emotional awarness.

...the Moorish sweepers / they hum sadly / And the stars take their place / I stroke the phone and whisper on it without using any coins.
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...a very free process, bouncing ideas of telephone cabin and a young man. In this case, rather than going inside the abstraction of the matter, the literal sense came more natural.
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...The main idea was to share the feeling of a slow observation filled with a bit of emotional awarness.
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